In the mountains between Noxus and the Plains of Storm, there is a temple that hides many terrifying secrets of witchcraft. There were corpses scattered around the temple, and these corpses belonged to those who had accidentally broken into the temple and had their blood sucked dry.

The bloodless corpse aroused the curiosity of the young Vladimir. During his escape from Noxus, he trekked through mountain after mountain.

A day earlier, the teenage Vladimir had brutally murdered two boys his age, simply because he enjoyed the thrill of watching blood gush out.

Vladimir soon realized that his desire to kill could no longer be suppressed, and if he remained in Noxus, he would sooner or later be punished for it, so he did not hesitate to leave the city-state and go south.

Vladimir traced the corpses along the road to the broken stone temple, where an old monk looked up and down with his blood-colored eyes.

Vladimir looked back at the evil gaze of the old monk with enthusiastic eyes, which surprised the old monk. After learning about the boy's desire for evil, the old monk decided to teach Vladimir how to control the blood in his body.

Passing travelers became the target of Vladimir's practice. When Vladimir learned his last lesson, the old monk warned that if he failed this time, the end would be death.

Vladimir did not fail, but this success brought terrible surprises. During this ritual, every drop of blood that flowed from the old monk's body was infused into Vladimir's body, and the infusion of blood brought him the magic essence of the wise man and the magic of the previous blood magicians.

A master of ancient forbidden witchcraft, Vladimir is one of the oldest mysteries of Noxus. He was present at the dawn of the empire and later planted his influence deep in the foundations of the empire, but he barely remembered that time.

His mind is no different from that of a mortal, so his unnaturally extended life is not preserved in his memory, but in his history.

The historical record has lost Vladimir several times, but there are many suspicious people in the records. There was a prince in the old legend whose kingdom was threatened by the notorious Darkspawn, and the great war of the Darkdescendants reached the continent of Valoran.

The matter was at stake for his father's throne, and the prince had many heirs in line to the throne, so the unfortunate boy was exchanged for a fallen Celestial warrior as a hostage.

Under the tyrannical rule of the Darkspawn, mortals are almost equal to livestock, and the hegemony of the Darkspawn apparently relies on the sorcery skills they possess to shape flesh and mutate blood, allowing them to master the power of life itself.

Vladimir, believing that he was superior to other mortal exorcists, was therefore also qualified to possess such abilities, and he became the first of his kind to be allowed to study this terrifying magic.

His loyalty has won the favor of his master, as well as the right to use blood sorcery and enforce the will of the Darkspawn over inferior beings. After a while, the Celestial warrior was amused to see that Vladimir's ruthlessness in managing his subordinates was no different from the true Darkborn.

The fall of these cruel tyrants is as legendary as they are. A record of this history, written in the language of the High Shurima, has been hidden in the Immortal Fortress.

It is speculated that Vladimir's master was not imprisoned like the other Darkborn, but died at the hands of his own warband. The few surviving mortals escaped, taking with them the knowledge of the Fa.

Only Vladimir himself knew that he was the one who delivered the fatal blow. He was bruised, blind, and robbed of his mind by the brilliance of the Darkspawn's disintegration, but he absorbed enough energy to rejuvenate his flesh beyond the lifespan of a mortal.

Since then, he has resurrected his body countless times, using unspeakable ugly rituals.

At the height of Mordekaiser's dark reign, a mysterious bloodthirsty demon is said to have roamed the cliffs of Valoran's east coast, demanding the sacrifice of young life and obscurantist worship from the local tribes.

He hardly welcomes anyone to trespass into his territory, until one day a pale sorceress approaches the barbarian god and brings a gift.

The two of them ate together as equals, and the intertwined dark magic even rancided the wine on the table, and the roses withered, turning from vivid red to black.

So an agreement was reached between Vladimir and LeBlanc to direct a game of defense, infighting, and war.

Over the centuries, others have joined them: powerful nobles, smug magicians, and even darker beings.

This secret society grew into a secret force that guided the throne of Noxus for more than a thousand years, coordinating the empire's many ambitious conquests.

Among the leaders of the Black Rose, Vladimir is a unique exception in that he rarely confines himself to the shadows behind the scenes.

Once upon a time, he had joined the ranks of Noxian nobility at the most interesting time, and then went into seclusion decades later, his extraordinary age and the brutality of his witchcraft were always unknown.

But even so, under Vladimir's guidance, the art of blood sorcery found a place in the Noxian army, and was also popular among the descendants of the old nobility.

Among the various spell casters was the Scarlet Order, a young cult dedicated to Vladimir himself as well as to the Dharma itself.

With the death of the former general, and Jericho? With the rise of Svein, the political landscape of the empire changed dramatically, and Vladimir had to intervene personally again.

Disguised as a well-liked socialite, he returned to the public eye and became a vocal voice in public opposition to the rule of the Trifali Parliament

This also caused some of the more cautious members of the Black Rose to worry about him. Indeed, his reappearance may have come too quickly, because time has not yet completely washed away the traces of his last life, and it seems that Svein is beginning to realize the true nature of Vladimir.

As another darker strife descended on Noxus, Vladimir drank the empire's newfound vitality and reminded himself of the glory of the past.

For him, this life is just a carnival, a masquerade that lasts for a hundred years, and even though the Darkspawn finally loses his immortal control of the world due to infighting, Vladimir knows that he is the only most powerful being.